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6

6 months before: the party

Drugs.

I could feel the poison pulsing through my veins, intoxicating me with the addictive substance.

I could hear everyone around me. "Go slow." They said. I could barely make out their faces anymore.

I brushed away their ignorance, piercing my skin with the syringe for the second time.

I tilted my head back, letting the feeling of euphoria dash through me like a shooting star in the night sky.

Then the stars disappeared, and my body shook as if the entire universe was trembling.

They called for me, but I let it consume my entire being.

I wanted it to.

They continued to shout until they were hardly audible, and until I collapsed to the ground.